Maoh Note: This is my first Snarry. Right now I know there isn't any Snarry going on, but I promise there will be. So be patient. This is just the first chapter of, I hope, many. This is rated M for a reason. There will be lemons to come up in later chapters.
Chapter 1—The Potter Called Freak (my friend who read this at school told me to name this chapter A Potter Called It)
Slam! The shovel struck Harry hard in the head to where he was seeing a blur of stars. Harry could feel himself blacking out into sweet unconsciousness until he felt a sting on his left cheek of a fat hand slapping him.
"Stupid Brat! Stay awake or else!" the dark rumble of Vernon's voice rang out. In fear of the 'or else' Harry tried to remain conscious as Vernon slammed the shovel on his chest where he heard the sickening snap of some of his ribs, almost like twigs when you step on them. Then Harry felt the pain of his broken ribs. But he couldn't focus on that pain for long fore Mr. Dursley slammed the shovel back down on Harry's chest knocking the wind right out of Harry. "That'll teach you not to make the mistake of burning my toast!" Under the red hazed Harry heard Vernon leave. Leaving him in the basement, or as Harry thought of it as the Chamber of Tortures.
The Camber of Tortures was a pretty large empty basement under the Dursley's house; it was completely underground so there were no windows. The only light came from a dim lamp at the far corner near the stairs that led to the Dursley's kitchen. But at the moment there was no light at all because Mr. Dursley had shut it off when he left Harry's damaged body on the floor.
Groan. Harry knew he had to get up and, wishing he could heal himself, get cleaned up then get started on all the chores he had to do that day.
Harry inspected himself once managed to sit himself up. Harry to a sharp intake of breath as he lightly prodded his right set of ribs. Shit. I think two are broken and another fractured. After inspecting the damage on his ribs he felt the back of his head. Harry felt hot wetness and pulled his hand back knowing he would probably be in the need of stitches; but that wasn't going to happen because the Dursley's wouldn't take him to a healer, or even a muggle hospital for that mater. Harry couldn't wait until he could get back to Hogwarts where Madame Pomfrey would fix him up as she mumbled to herself about how she wondered the Dursley's were treating him, but he always assured her the injuries were accidents. Harry's friends didn't even know he was being abused. Harry didn't tell anyone. I mean how could I tell them, I am almost 16 and still can't defend myself against the Dursleys and Mr. Dursley's ...Harry swallowed at the thought…friends.
It was only a week until Harry could get healed. Knowing this he stood up and suppressed the feeling of dizziness. He had to get started on his chores.
Ugh, one measly week until I have to start teaching again. Professor Snape sat up in bed. He absolutely hated teaching potions, it had always been his dream to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, or DADA, but the Headmaster at the school he taught at made him teach potions. It wasn't that Severus hated making potions; it was that he hated having to deal with stupid children who always ended messed up on potions; like Longbottom. Severus very much enjoyed spending his time making potions. He also enjoyed reading and making students have detention. He especially liked making Potter have detention. It wasn't that he hated Potter, not exactly; he hated how he reminded him of Lily, Potter's mother. Severus hated Lily; she was the one who ruined his and James' friendship. James and Severus had been best friends since about birth and at one point Severus started to fall deeply in love with James by the time he was 15. Then when Lily moved to Hogwarts everything changed. James ended up falling for that witch. She was perfect and the total opposite of James; she got great grades—all A+'s—she also was a goody-too-shoes and she was muggle born. James was a full pure blooded wizard, not a drop of muggle blood in his veins. Severus loved James but James only had eyes for Lily. Severus used to dream of his last name being Potter or James last name turning to Snape; but that was never going to happen. James married Lily and they produced Harry; the perfect son. Then James was murdered protecting his lovely flower and Lily was killed saving her darling son; the last living Potter, the last resemblance of his love rival Lily and his beloved James.
Harry sighed as he curled up on his pile of dirty rags covered with dry, and now wet, blood; his head still hadn't stopped bleeding but it had slowed. He had just finished his chores at one o'clock am and now Harry had only three hours to sleep until he had to start on his Monday chores; but Harry couldn't sleep because he was hungry, no that was the wrong word for it, Harry was starving. He hadn't eaten in over a month. Harry only got scraps and there were barely ever any scraps but Harry did get water; dirty water that dripped from the cupboard ceiling where Harry slept. Now Harry was starting to wish that he would slip into unconsciousness. He got his wish.
Maoh Note: I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of_. Please wait at the most a week to get the next chapter. I haven't written it yet so hold on. Don't worry it is just a measly little week. Please review! Tah-tah for now my readers! *Poof the author disappears in a glittering cloud of smokey purple*
